Sheen: If Mark Hamil and a Gila monster had a baby, what do you think they would name it?
Carl: I don't know, would it eat road kill or be harassed by the public due to his father's past fame?
Sheen: Both.
Carl (after a brief silence): Bruce.
Sheen: Heh, what name will you and future girl give your child?
Carl (in quiet disgust): You shut your mouth.
Sheen (jeering): Yeah, I can see mother and father now, going to the armory to pick out a bullet proof vest and an uzi for their little bundle of joy.
Carl (in restrained anger): Stop that. God, I can't believe I thought she was so cool, when she's nothing more than a walking talking bad girl cliché. How lame is that?
Sheen: Totally lame! Anyway, so, who do you think would win in a fight; a shitzu or a monkey?
Carl: Definitely the monkey.
Sheen: I thought so too!
(Libby gives a loud exasperated sigh at Carl and Sheen's crazy discussion. Cindy huffs wearily before looking to Jimmy.)
Cindy: I can't stand those two.
Jimmy (he gives an eyeroll): Tell me about it. And I have to put up with them nearly everyday.
Libby: Where are we going anyway?
Jimmy: Goddard is guiding us to the most quiet area of the city, his sensors should lead us to a safe place to wait out until the program can upload the portal.
(Goddard suddenly stops by a manhole. He barks, indicating it with a nod of his head. Stroganovsky Savior Hole Prototype 0 is indented on it.)
Cindy (huh?): Stroganovsky? No way..
Sheen: Wow, so Bolbi was able to escape Nick's mass killing spree.
Jimmy (in loud confusion): What?
Sheen (he shrugs): Eh, long story.
(A loud booming thunder erupts, startling the group immensely, it is followed by a shattering explosive sound.)
Tabessa (off camera & yelling): Out of my way you damn robots! I have retribution to dispense!
Carl (AH!): Oh no! Crazy future girl's coming!
Jimmy: Quick, inside!
(He pulls off the manhole covering, Carl is the first to jump in, followed by Libby, then Sheen. All of a sudden a gargantuan sized robotic spider plows through a building, it roars with discontent as we notice it is carrying a passenger; Future Girl Tabessa.)
Cindy (stunned at the entrance): Holy expletive!
(Tabessa keeps her momentum as she balances on the back of the spider robot's head. She tears off two spikes from her crazy-big shoulder plates and pelts them into its metal skull. The robotic spider howls in defeat as it begins to spark and stumble to its downfall. Tabessa leaps off of it just in time as it falls over in a steaming and sparking mess. She lands, viewing Jimmy, Cindy and Goddard with bewilderment.)
Tabessa: I recognize you! You're those other past-lings I saw! How did you get here in my present!
(Jimmy gives Cindy a gentle push on her back.)
Jimmy: Go Cindy, get out of here.
Cindy: But..
Jimmy: I said, go! Take Goddard with you and join the others.
Cindy: Jimmy, I can..
Jimmy: No! I'll hold her off here, I'll catch up to you.
Cindy (determined): I'm not leaving you!
(Jimmy grabs her shoulders and pushes her down the manhole.)
Jimmy (getting angry): Just run you silly twit, run!
Cindy's Voice: Hey!
Jimmy (to Goddard): That goes for you, too.
(Goddard obeys, he leaps into the manhole. Jimmy then turns to face future girl Tabessa, stoic courage on his face. Tabessa begins to stride toward him, grinning evilly.)
Tabessa: How kind of you to play the hero. (Her voice loudens) It's end of the line, past-ling!
Jimmy: Yes, but not for me.
Tabessa: Che! I'm so sure.
Jimmy: Oh, I believe that I'm fully capable of defeating you.
Tabessa: Ha! Defeat me? (She clenches her fists and poses into a fighter's stance.) Not without a sweet-ass fight scene you're not!
Jimmy: Sorry to disappoint you, but I already experienced a needless battle today. (He darts his arm out.) Magnetize!
(A Magnetic field pulses from Jimmy's watch. Future girl is sent flying to the corpse of the spider-bot. A thudding "Clang!" is heard as she is affixed to it. Her eyes blaze with savage hatred toward the boy genius.)
Tabessa: You.. you...when I get you, you're going to be living your life by breathing through a straw!
Jimmy (with a mocking smile): That's nice, too bad that'll never happen. (he gives a wave) Bye!
(Jimmy hops down into the manhole. The camera follows him as he runs quickly down a musty passageway, weak lights from the ceiling ablaze the way, his breathing loudens as he increases his running speed. We CUT to the others running up ahead, Carl stops and turns toward the opposite direction.)
Carl: Hey, here he comes!
(The others stop running as well.)
Libby: That was quick.
Cindy (worried): Jimmy?
(After a few moments, Jimmy catches up to them, huffing tiredly.)
Jimmy: Sorry 'bout that scare guys, I was able to stonewall future girl's wrath though.
Sheen (he pumps a fist): Way to go Jimmy! I bet stupid future girl didn't know what hit her!
(Cindy approaches Jimmy, concern molding her face.)
Cindy: Jimmy, are you okay? You're not hurt are you?
Jimmy: Yeah, I'm fine.
Cindy (she smiles with relief): Good, I'm glad.
(Cindy then slaps Jimmy hard in the face with crazy speed. Jimmy balks at the unexpected assault; a hand to his stinging cheek.)
Jimmy: Ow, geez! What the heck was that for?
Cindy (angrily): That's for pushing me down that hole and calling me a twit! See if I ever offer to help you out again.
Libby: We should keep moving. How much longer do we have to wait Jimmy?
(Jimmy glances at his watch. A 91 blinks along with the timer stating 11.34.)
Jimmy: Less then twelve minutes.
Sheen (clearly agitated): Twelve minutes? Geez! I hate how running away from obnoxiously violent future girls distorts time.
(CUT Back to future girl Tabessa magnetized to the spider-bot. She struggles angrily in her predicament, she seems to have succeeded in freeing both of her feet. She begins to tap the heels of her boots against the spider-bot continuously.)
Tabessa: Come on you old fossil! Demagnetize, damn you!
(A green spark pops from her heels. She collapses onto her knees as she is freed from her humiliating predicament. Tabessa gets to her feet quickly, rushing toward the manhole.)
Tabessa (menacingly): Let the carnage begin!
(She leaps into the hole; landing elegantly onto the floor. She dashes off in focused pursuit.)
(CUE Rotating Atom)
(CUT back to Jimmy and co. trudging down the mysterious path. Goddard and Jimmy in the lead, Libby and Cindy a few meters behind, and Carl and Sheen dawdling from behind them. Libby elbows Cindy lightly.)
Cindy: What?
Libby: Guess.
Cindy: Oh, please, I am not apologizing to him. I volunteer to help him take on crazy future girl, and instead he yells at me while shoving me down a flippin' hole.
Libby: Come on, he was only doing it for your best interests. He probably didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
Cindy (she sighs): You're right. I should suck it up and stop being so stubborn.
(She increases her speed as she walks to catch up with Jimmy. Libby blinks with amazement.)
Libby: Wow, gee, that was easier then I expected.
(Sheen pops up from behind, placing an arm over her shoulders. Armed with his familiar manic smile.)
Sheen: I appreciate your best interests for me, Libby! How many guys can say that their girlfriend traveled to the future to save them from a psycho future girl? Not many!
Libby (moved): Aw, why thank you Sheen.
Sheen: Yeah, I'll totally understand if you want to give my irresistible can a playful grab. It's for my best interests too!
Libby (restraining giggles): Keep dreaming.
(She walks on ahead after giving into a gale of laughter. Carl, who was in earshot of the conversation, passes by Sheen drearily.)
Carl (sounding dejected): Nobody ever grabs my bottom..
(CUT To Cindy approaching Jimmy, a hand imprint on the side of his head, he gives her a distrusting look.)
Jimmy: Oh great, you ready to inflict round two of abuse onto me, or what?
Cindy (yelling): Hey, shut up! I haven't even opened my mouth yet! (her voice softens right away) I'm sorry, Jimmy. I didn't mean to smack you so hard.
Jimmy (in a forgiving tone): Nah, it's okay, not like you broke anything. (He puts a hand to his injured cheek.) That was a heck of a slap, though.
Cindy: Well, I try.
Jimmy (dryly): Right.
Cindy: Look Jimmy, I've been acting pretty tough on you lately. I know it's not cool, but.. sometimes I get a bit defensive with boys I-
Tabessa's Voice (shouting): All of you will beg for swift death once I'm through with you!
(A loud gunshot rings out, Jimmy and Cindy turn to see the others running full speed towards them.)
Libby: Hurry! She's close by!
Sheen: Man, why can't that stupid future girl just give up? She needs to get a more quiet hobby.
(The group continues to run. Their echoing steps are the only sounds heard as they put good distance between themselves and the approaching future girl. Two pathways suddenly appear before them.)
Carl: Oh great, a fork. The universe officially hates us.
Jimmy: Quick! We'll split up. Carl, Cindy and I will take the right. (He looks to Goddard.) Goddard, take Sheen and Libby to the left.
Sheen: What? Then how the heck are we supposed to go back without you, Jimmy?
Jimmy: Goddard has the same digital link I have in my watch. Should we not be able to regroup, everyone can still at least get back to the present safely.
(The kids separate into their coordinating groups. Tabessa reaches the bisection, she chooses the right path.)
Tabessa (yelling): You all can be dead or dead; those are your only options!
(CUT To Sheen and Libby running down their pathway, Goddard is close behind.)
Libby: Oh, man. I think future girl chose Jimmy's path.
Sheen: Yeah, we at least have our body parts and organs accounted for now. Maybe we should double back and curiass or sortie her, or whatever other fancy sounding military techniques I can't properly say.
(A tall imposing figure suddenly appears before them, Libby and Sheen screech to a quick stop. Goddard flattens his ears in fear. The unexpected visitor is a silver robot resembling a type of bipedal dragon, which shines with frightening luster. Eyes blaze with emerald fire, its muzzle filled with clean jagged metal teeth, massive hands with huge claws, arm cannons on each forearm, steel covered wings sprout from its back, and huge taloned feet clack and scrape on the stone floor with each step it takes. It lowers its head to avoid hitting a low rising beam as it approaches them.)
Dragon Android: Halt, filthy humanoids.
(Sheen and Libby cling to each other in quiet terror. Goddard lowers his head as he studies the huge dragon-hybrid robot.)
Libby: What is..? (She looks to Goddard.) Goddard, give us the stats on that thing, quick.
(Goddard opens his back, he continues to stare at the automaton with doubt, to reveal a mini movie theater screen. It shows a Status File on the new enemy, a detailed replica of the robot near the information:
DRACO-15 - 100 Functionable Model. No flaws.
Height: 3.8 M
Weight: 406 Kg
Danger Level: 6/6 - Stay The Hell Away
Weapon Load: Paralyzing Stun Blasters, Highly Indestructible Armour Made From Unknown Metal, Diamond Alloy Claws & Talons, Rocket Flares, Crazy Smart With Artificial Intelligence, Liquid Nitrogen Laser, Unable To Be Detected By Most Sensors
Resistances: Unknown - Why Are You Still Reading This, Why Aren't You Running Away From This Death Machine?
Weaknesses: Unknown - Write A Will If You Can )
Libby (in quiet fear): Oh no. (She hugs Sheen tighter.) We're goners.
(Sheen eyes skim the Status File, his eyes flicker with humour as he looks to the DRACO-15. His trademark manic grin on his face.)
Sheen (loud!): Four hundred an' six kilograms? Whoa, you're fat!
Libby (through clenched teeth): Sheen!
(The DRACO-15 flinches away as if slapped, its mouth half open in hurt shock. It's lower jaw trembles in a pathetic way as tears start to appear from its eyes.)
DRACO-15: Does..does not compute.
(Sparks spit out from its head. The tears seem to be both rusting and short circuiting the menacing android. Sheen laughs, still holding Libby close, looking at the once mighty foe. Libby stares at this unexpected defeat with startled awe.)
Sheen (in loud mockery): Ha-ha, cry! Cry and rust!
(Goddard exchanges the mini movie screen for a large water gun. He relentlessly begins to squirt jets of water at the DRACO-15.)
DRACO-15 (shrieking): It burns!